Bleary faces

Rosemary's pov:

 

The harder I try to paint a picture with her features in my head, the more uncomfortable it gets. 

It's as though the traits on her face continuously shift places, preventing me from drafting a full sketch of her in my mind. 

Aside from her straight, jet black hair and midnight black eyes, the rest is open for interpretation. 

The instant I take her hand, memory strikes me. Having experienced the feeling of an invisible being breathing down my neck before, the recollection of the waiter that served our table on my first date with Nathanael also flashes back behind my eyelids. Somehow, Adra is able to subject me to both trials at once. 

"No! You can stay for as long as you can! We're here to celebrate! The more the merrier," my eyes snap towards Izzy the second her voice reaches me.